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Bearing the reputation of a traitor in Shaolin Temple, Cihang naturally couldn't continue to be a monk.

But he was not willing to let him marry him and go to Miaojiang with him, and she was not willing to let Jiujiu give up the fragments of Cihang because of this, and the two fell into a strange entanglement.

Cihang lowered her eyes: "The sky is big and the earth is big, there is always a place for a little monk."

Jiujiu raised the corners of her mouth and laughed: "Yes, even if you can't continue to be a monk, you can still marry me."

Cihang rolled her lips and looked at Jiujiu with gentle and gentle eyes, with a hint of undetectable affection, but more of the compassion of the world: "Little benefactor, this little monk is a monk."

Hearing Cihang emphasize again that she is a monk, Jiujiu rolled her eyes angrily: "A traitor monk who stayed with me, a witch, for more than ten days? Cihang, are you really stupid or fake? Even if you think about it When you become a monk, you will never be a monk in your life."

"The little monk never changes his original intention." As long as he has a pious heart, he will always be a monk no matter whether he is in Shaolin Temple or not.

Looking at Cihang, Jiujiu sighed in frustration.

This great monk was brainwashed by those Buddhist scriptures. No matter what she said, she wanted to be a monk. She didn't want to marry her even if she lost the bet. Is it really so important to be a monk?

Can't eat meat, can't marry a wife, can't even hug the girl he likes, Jiujiu doesn't understand why Cihang still wants to be a monk when it's so hard to be a monk?

"It's fine if you don't want to." Jiujiu glanced at Cihang, although she liked the fragments on Cihang's body, and hoped that he could be with her, so that she could return the fragments to him in the end, but it's not what a gentleman thinks is difficult for others. Since Cihang is unwilling, she will not force her.

Although it is unavoidable to be a pity, she does not want to force Cihang even more.

Jiujiu's mood was unavoidably a little depressed. Looking at Cihang's eyes, there was some watery light, his eyes were drooping, his shoulders were drooping weakly, and the cheers in the past were no longer in his voice, and he said in a distraught voice: "Then wait until I kill you!" Return to Miaojiang after Purdue."

After Jiujiu finished speaking, she walked forward without waiting for Cihang.

But no matter how you look at the back, it looks so lonely, and even the cheerful bells in the past are a little muffled.

Cihang sighed and stepped forward to follow.

The Martial Arts Conference is held to exterminate the Demon Sect,

The initiator is Purdue.

try{mad1('gad2;} h(ex){} It's funny to say, although the Demon Cult is a Demon Cult, it didn't do many things that hurt nature and reason. On the contrary, Purdue, a seemingly sanctimonious monk, actually did There have been countless outrageous things, lusting after women, and even killing people in the end.

Even his own children are not spared.

Tiger venom is still invulnerable, but Purdue is not even as good as an animal.

His heart and liver were full of a rotten smell, and Purdue was more like a member of the Demon Cult than those who murdered and set fire to the magnanimous Demon Cult.

In other words, he is not as good as those members of the Demon Cult, he is more like a hypocrite, a sanctimonious hypocrite.

Because of the convening of a martial arts conference, the guards at Shaolin Temple were loose. After a while, Jiujiu and Pudu slipped to the front stage of the competition.

It was Mo Yu who was fighting against others at this time.

Mo Yu is dressed in a white robe and holds a long sword in his hand. Under the sun, his appearance is handsome and his eyes are cold, his temperament is lingering, he is like a handsome young man.

Jiujiu took a step forward, pulled out the long sword from the arms of the people around him, turned over and jumped onto the martial arts platform, and said with a smile, "I'll do it!"

As soon as the words fell, Jiujiu stood opposite Mo Yu.

She was dressed in blue clothes, her hair was scattered in the wind, and under the sunlight, her immature face was astonishingly beautiful.

Mo Yu gasped, and subconsciously called out: "Jiu Jiu,"

Jiujiu hooked the corners of her lips, her eyes were rippling, her smile was enchanting, her eyes were hooked like hooks, her voice was no longer immature, but instead enchanting and alluring like a witch: "Long time no see, Mr. Mo."

The moment he saw Jiujiu, Mo Yu subconsciously took a step forward, but when he recovered, he backed away and said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"You can come, why can't I come?" Jiujiu tilted his head and looked at Mo Yu, with an innocent look on his face, and said with a charming smile: "I am here to be the leader of the martial arts, just like you." of."

"Jiujiu, don't mess around." Mo Yu said in a low voice: "The sword is speechless, Jiujiu, get down quickly, and I will go find you after the match."

Jiujiu curled up a strand of hair and wrapped it around her fingers casually. The corner of her mouth smiled lightly, her eyes slightly curved: "Do you think I'm here to play?"

Mo Yu pursed his lips, he didn't say anything but the implication was self-evident, he just felt that Jiujiu was here to play.

Jiujiu smiled slightly, pulled out the long sword in his hand, pointed at Mo Yu: "Mo Yu, I'm not here to play, I'm here to kill."

try{mad1('gad2;} h(ex){} Mo Yu's face changed slightly, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened.

Jiujiu smiled sarcastically, look, when he heard that he was here to kill, Mo Yu, who had been gentle and caring for him just now, now had an expression of indifference, clearly showing the attitude of drawing his sword at the slightest disagreement.

Therefore, there are no permanent friends in the world, only permanent enemies.

"Are you going to stop me?" Jiujiu looked at Mo Yu and asked.

Holding the sword in his hand, Mo Yu looked at Jiujiu with unbearable eyes: "Jiujiu, don't make trouble."

"Why don't you believe me when I say it?" Jiujiu chuckled, and slashed across the void with his finger, turning water into ice, and attacked Mo Yu.

Mo Yu raised his sword to meet the enemy.

The two quickly entangled, although Jiujiu was holding a long sword, but it was really cold, and the ability to condense water into ice successfully made everyone dumbfounded.

The Ice Palm is a unique skill that has been lost, but I never expected it to reappear in the hands of such a little girl. Greed instantly appeared in the eyes of the wicked person.

Among them, Purdue was the worst, his eyes were hot and greedy, his appearance, how could he even get half of the appearance of a master of Taoism, he was more like a bandit than a bandit.

Jiujiu and Mo Yu fought for a while, and Mo Yu was knocked off the table by Jiujiu's palm, and there was even a palm print on his chest that condensed into ice.

Mo Hang helped Mo Yu up with a distressed face, stared at Jiujiu and cursed: "Demon girl."

Jiujiu smiled slightly: "I was born in Southern Xinjiang. My mother is a saint of Southern Xinjiang, and my father is an eminent monk. Isn't it a witch?"

When Jiujiu said the first half of the sentence, everyone was calm. Could it be that the one from Nanjiang is not a witch? But when she heard the second half of the sentence, she immediately felt uncomfortable. What did she say?

Her father was an eminent monk, how could an eminent monk marry a wife and have children?

What's more, you want to be with the witch from Miaojiang?

There was a lot of whispering underneath, and Pudu, who had a greedy face just now, looked a little ugly and couldn't sit still. He looked at Jiujiu with cold and stern eyes, and said in a threatening tone: "Stop talking nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Jiujiu raised his eyebrows: "Then Master Purdue and I will know if I am talking nonsense."

Purdue snapped, "Nonsense."